"Mian Mian, these are not your fault." Fei Yunze's throat was also filled with liquid, and his tears were rolling in his chest. Those tears were like waves crashing against his internal organs, making him uncomfortable: "Mian Mian, It's not your fault. It's normal to like people. It's not to belittle yourself. "

"I'm pregnant." She interrupted him, her voice cold and suddenly said, "Uncle, I'm pregnant."

In a short sentence, the stone suddenly turned down.

He even heard her self-deprecation and despair when she said this.

Fei Yunze looked for a moment, opened the door and walked down.

He walked very fast, anxious to fly towards the unit building.

The voice said more hurriedly: "Winter, I will marry you, will I marry you, OK?"

In this flash of light, he finally understood why she married Fei Jiayu so fast.

Finally understand why she said so much to him.

But she didn't seem to hear him, and choked and said, "Second uncle, other people bully me and ridicule me and scold me. I can tolerate it. I like others, and I can also mediate and belittle myself. I've done it once and it's not too bad this time. "

"But I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant. Abortion hurts a lot. It hurts a lot."

"It hurts, just like Ling Chi. I really can't stand it. It hurts."

"I'm so scared, uncle, I want to keep you, but you don't like me, Jia Yu said he can marry me, and I'll marry him, so I don't have to have an abortion."

"Uncle, it really hurts."

He quickly walked into the unit door and pressed the elevator again. The elevator kept changing numbers. He stared at the elevator screen, anxious like an ant grilled on fire: "Mianmian, Mianmian, I marry you, I marry you, I like you. I do n’t dislike you. Do n’t be afraid. I will marry you. I will be at your house right away. I will be there right away. "

When she heard the words, she laughed insipidly, and the light laughter was endless despair: "How could it be, my uncle hated me so much, as my uncle said, don't try to enter the door of Fei's life in my life."

Her voice was getting lighter and lighter, "Uncle, he hates me the most."

"Uncle, it hurts, really, it hurts too much."

...

He rushed into the elevator, and the voice on the other end of the phone turned into a murmur. He shouted "Mianmian" over and over again.

He had thousands of words on his chest, and he just wanted to run right in front of her, hold her in his arms, comfort her, soothe her, and tell her what he thought.

He didn't hate her, he never did.

He liked her so much, she was like a little fairy, and from the moment she met, he had hooked his soul away.

God knows how painful it is to break up with him.

God knows how uncomfortable he was when she saw her wearing a wedding dress and smiling brightly during the day.

He really wanted to hide her from any man.

He had already been hooked into her soul and completely lost his sense of autonomy.

He was afraid that his desire to control would be out of control, and he was afraid that his love would become her burden and hurt her.

He really, really never hated her.

He just, just hated his wistful thoughts.

He just hates himself.

He thought he liked her and ruined her life.

She is a learner, she loves learning so much, and all of her planning is about learning.

He didn't want to be a trouble or annoying existence in her plan at all.

He was most afraid, and the most afraid was that she hated him.